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mikekle
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Well, that is nothing short of a real miracle, there is no denying that, but I just wonder how often things like this happen, probably better chance at winning the lottery.Yes. There was nothing on my hand at all. Not a spot. The doctor dumped the basin of blue disinfectant he intended to soak my hand in, down the sink. I left with a plain hand. Plus I worked all day with that big mitt on, against his orders. Dirty work I drove a route truck. Two handed job!
So I burned my hand about 2 pm. It was clear when they unwrapped it then next day, about 3 pm.
I left the office and went to the warehouse to load my truck with two hands. I was happy. Thought I got away with something or that it was lucky. I did not think about God. I did not think about a miracle, though the doctor did.
He could not get me to react. I had a hard day working with one hand, worried for my future…and my mother’s. So I just wanted to get out of there and get back to work.
I had to tell people who saw my hand bandaged, or saw me when the accident happened, I was okay. But after a day or so, I never thought of this again for at least a dozen years.
What I’m saying is true. The doctor is still practicing. I sure he remembers me. I was an infamous character in a small town.
He said he’d heard of miracles (medical), but never seen one before. He thanked me…I just felt embarrassed. I saw no reason to be in his office. There was nothing on my hand. I guess I was embarrassed because it was a big scene the day before, and now look. Nothing. I really thought I should just go to work so that’s what I did, as soon as I could be excused!
I also wonder if the medical association keeps tracks of events like this?